The Fleet can't stop every last foe from reaching the Teuberg.
Somehow, one of their starfighters has managed to get into a service entrance left open for a civilian vessel that had been caught outside in the fighting. Alarms blare throughout the ship as it crashes through the 'ceiling' of the city, causing the false sky nearby to flicker violently. It's a fat ship, with eight engines and a short, squat fuselage, but it's fast. It evades the hurried anti-aircraft fire with ease before hovering over the Sky Park. It turns ninety degrees and the fuselage rotates, two engines folding up and around while the other six form a rough circle, each one separating out. The nose of the bomber pulls up and spreads open, revealing a metallic mask resembling a dragon.
Finally, it lands on the Sky Park, a fifty-foot mechanical beast. it raises the engines that had folded and twisted around, turning into arms, and spews heat towards the anti-air emplacements. The burst of flame from what are now arm-cannons instantly ignites the ammunition and causes each emplacement to go up in a gout of flame. Its legs splutter again and it leaps into the air, armored plates on its shoulders jettisoning away to reveal speakers. The resulting sound can almost be seen, it's practically that loud, a bone-shaking hum. The ship lands, and then jumps again to repeat it, this time with a much deeper pitch.
That was all it took. The virus carried on the sound waves spreads through the city, echoing off of every surface. It might take instant effect, it might not. But either way, the mech spreads its arms to open up with more plasma fire, targeting everything the pilot seems to think might have civilians.
VIRUS DROP
Somehow, one of their starfighters has managed to get into a service entrance left open for a civilian vessel that had been caught outside in the fighting. Alarms blare throughout the ship as it crashes through the 'ceiling' of the city, causing the false sky nearby to flicker violently. It's a fat ship, with eight engines and a short, squat fuselage, but it's fast. It evades the hurried anti-aircraft fire with ease before hovering over the Sky Park. It turns ninety degrees and the fuselage rotates, two engines folding up and around while the other six form a rough circle, each one separating out. The nose of the bomber pulls up and spreads open, revealing a metallic mask resembling a dragon.
Finally, it lands on the Sky Park, a fifty-foot mechanical beast. it raises the engines that had folded and twisted around, turning into arms, and spews heat towards the anti-air emplacements. The burst of flame from what are now arm-cannons instantly ignites the ammunition and causes each emplacement to go up in a gout of flame. Its legs splutter again and it leaps into the air, armored plates on its shoulders jettisoning away to reveal speakers. The resulting sound can almost be seen, it's practically that loud, a bone-shaking hum. The ship lands, and then jumps again to repeat it, this time with a much deeper pitch.
That was all it took. The virus carried on the sound waves spreads through the city, echoing off of every surface. It might take instant effect, it might not. But either way, the mech spreads its arms to open up with more plasma fire, targeting everything the pilot seems to think might have civilians.
This was why the militia existed. Time to act.